Best Saturates Poems
Be it known as convenience food, junk food or munchies;
whether spicy, melt-in-your-mouth soft, or crunchy,
food, inglorious food, seduces with ease
and ensnares with the emptiest of calories.
Disguised as a comfort food comes macaroni
with creamy Alfredo and kin, Fettucini,
To not be outdone, spaghetti entices
with large fattening meatballs and sauce rich in spices.
“Deep fried” knows our weakness for fat, which gives pleasure
and saturates fast foods, it seems, in great measure:
KFC (finger-licking), batter-fried fishes
and chicken fried steaks -high cholesterol dishes.
Even fruits will attack with enjoyment unhealthy
as tarts, pies or pastries. That apple is stealthy!
Veggies can also be treacherous things
in guise of corn fritters and gold onion rings.
Too much of a good thing is pizza (so cunning,
so meaty, so cheesy), which no one is shunning.
The taco, burrito, and big burger too
in great numbers descend on us. What can we do?
Those delectable luscious desserts that we eat
have only to sit there; we cannot retreat!
Candies and chocolate, our decadent sin,
sweetly defeat us. We simply give in.
Ice cream, a smooth foe, knows when we are blue.
On a cone or a spoon, it drips, waiting for you.
As a milkshake, a frosty, a sundae or float,
or between split bananas, it sure floats MY boat!
Buttered popcorn is one salty foe, and we love it!
The hot dog implores in our mouths that we shove it.
Baked bread, so alluring, entraps with its scent,
which wafts through the air as if heaven sent!
The standards of junk food -America’s pride -
crisp bacon and nachos, chips and foods fried,
invade our malls’ food courts and lurk high and low.
Their smells overwhelm us wherever we go!
We might try but we can’t make our junk food desist.
for only the health nuts can dare to resist.
In the war with inglorious food I adore,
I say, Bring it on! Here’s my plate; I want more.
For the The Synathroesmic Cat Contest Poetry contest of Suzanne Delaney
*So now you can all know why I try to get to the gym a lot. hahaha
We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same
I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes
They remind me to be grateful for warmth and light so near
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
A scenic view of white smoke rising from the chimney tall
Dainty snow flakes falling as kids roll them into balls
They sail against blustery winds and I wonder how they dare!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Sweet music heralding peace, urges hearts to spread some joy!
Displayed is a wooden Nativity Scene to greet you at the door
A glittering tree with twinkling stars stands proudly at the rear!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Fresh pine garlands dress stair rails with large red velvet bows
The aroma of cinnamon and pine saturates, delighting one’s nose
While a cozy wood fireplace glows, inviting, daydream stares
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
The baking’s almost done; and tons of sweets are ensured
Though, there will not be any Christmas pudding this year, for sure
Mama’s been gone home a while, yet the many memories linger here
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Whatever may happen in life, Christmas joy lives in the heart
A warm home and loving hearts have sufficed from the start
Much food, drinks and good conversation; lots of fun to share!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
“Less formal” is my style preferred, so do relax if you please
Sit on the floor, take off those shoes; dance or just be a tease
When you feel stuffed and need a nap, if you snore, have no fear!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
~*~
Lilacs perfume the Summer's sultry air,
wafting fragrance upon the evening breeze.
And an indigo sky of flawless blue;
frames the emerald leaves atop the trees.
Sol melts like a nugget of molten gold,
slowly sinking into a sea of fire.
And ebony saturates the darkness;
as lingering sunbeams slowly expire.
The screeching of an owl pierces the dark:
disrupting the silence imposed by Night.
And Dusk's silhouettes morph into pitch black,
as shadows absorb the last of the light.
Luna rises at a leisurely pace,
beautifying Night with Her beaming face.
When love reckons for a second time,
like a drum, it comes on fast and hard and strong
until two hearts in synch beat passion’s song.
Sometimes second love may gently climb
or ease sure-footed to one’s door
where it sweetly seeps and saturates the soul.
Love the second time is strong and yet it’s soft.
It doesn’t sting or snip. It listens
and reverberates the whispers of the heart.
July 29, 2014 for the Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
When Love comes pounding on a drum,
it comes on strong and fast and hard
until two hearts in synch beat passion's song.
Sometimes love comes clanging down the tracks.
It clashes or it clamors to be heard,
so at its crossing, meaning is obscured.
Other times, love lurks or it attacks.
Unrequited, love can pierce or burn
until its ventricle turns deathly black.
And then are times love gently climbs
or eases sure-footed to one's door
or sweetly seeps and saturates the soul.
It's strong and yet it's soft.
It doesn't sting or snip. It listens
and reverberates the whispers of the heart.
Oct. 10, 2016
A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a
Juxtaposition of good and evil,
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing
Floating embers, in wake of
Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole,
Faltering with every step I take,
Decelerating towards the escape I seek,
As it rhythmically scars my timorous nature,
Awakening the monsters hidden deep within-seeing red-
Bleeding out miasmic toxins, as noxious
Spores erupt, immersed in a haze of austerity,
While it seeps and saturates, throughout
Malignant wounds exposed, undulating between
The storms of push and pull, as daunting
Tasks, of rippling sequences, splits my
Chasmic core.
Soulless footprints are all that remain, as
Moon tides wash ashore, ebbing away
Towards dystopian depths.
Melting years,
Moonlight over the coast,
will-o´-the-wisps over the mountains,
like crystals of a rainbow.
Above the spacious valley
in evening glow.
Solitude in light misty blue,
an insatiable longing.
Melting years,
fading memories,
dreams of silver and silence
and in the near forest
confident loneliness.,
a silent day
below retreating clouds
saturates a sunny yellow
green treetops.
Melting years,
forerunnig future,
new dew on old leaves,
thoughtful y spread
into a bottomless day.
In dawn last signs of dusk,
stepless,
the past emptied,
lost colour.
silver strings play through lightning
in a tuneful duo with rolling thunder sound
the raindrops bounce and jiggle
pounding and bouncing
in a rocking band
petrichor ascends
from a thirsty ground
saturates
like music
penetrates into my soul
each sound of nature
breath, listen, live and love it
a sheer joy and morsel of life which nurture
Oct. 11, 2014
by Leonora Galinta
Form: Free Verse/Suzette Prime
* Sharing an old poem. Have a great day!
Second Place
Contest: Whatever
Judged: 12/10/2014
Sponsor: My most fave poet Linda/PD
In an open field of endless, noiseless distance,
Rolling clouds cast an impending gloom;
A welcomed and promised darkness descends.
My eyes shut as I breathe in the aroma,
In anticipation of
The cleansing that quickly approaches.
I cloak myself in the breeze, as it promises a release..
The cool wind, calming, so gently serene...
Sweeping over my overheated skin.
Finally, the fury is perfectly unleashed down upon me.
The winds, gusting in a frenzied rush
My hair whipping haphazardly around,
Stinging at my face.
I smirk toward the sky, as I silently, but eagerly
Await the onslaught -
This desperate release that I longed for in secret.
It sought me out, and found me.
I hear the angry sounds
The roaring, begging to weep alongside me.
When suddenly, the violent tears begin to fall
With a sudden, breathtaking destructiveness.
The thunder, like me, cries out in pain,
With such sadness, angry liquid bathing the parched earth.
It saturates my face, my body drenched.
As I stand in the midst of the deluge, in awe,
Crashing winds attempt to destroy me,
But cannot find the strength.
Until the tears eventually run dry,
The painful clashes and cries become silent..
The skies yield to light, as the great and
Terrible sun demands to be seen.
I open my tear-stained eyes,
And glimpse a different world before me...
Cleansed and made new.
And I cannot understand, nor
Fathom the reality...
Of the beautifully, perfect
Broken release.
Devastated by betrayal,
I am left reeling from its sting.
And amidst abject solitude,
I struggle: alone, with my pain.
I hear my heartbeat in my sleep,
racing to accommodate fear.
And it starts pounding, very loud,
as silent screams invade my dreams.
My hopeful eyes scan the night sky
for shooting stars: to make a wish.
But tears have reduced their magic
to distant specks of sparkling light.
Sadness saturates my being:
more profound than ever before.
And loneliness smothers my soul,
entombed in the sound of silence.
A Letter to Myself
Should I give up writing
Seems all this bleating and wailing
Bemoaning this lot of love
I am allocated to feel
But never touch
Should I stop showing the world
Such a pitiful and pathetic face
As it twists and grapples
Dug in my heart
With its suffocating blade
Of aloneness
Where I am lost
When are the fluorescing lines
Of my gratitude
What are my words praises to love
With this eternal gift
Floating me in the fires
Of hot air balloons
But still gut wrenches out my soul
In this separation
“Come on,” I tell myself
What wrapped delight have I known more
I should be proud of my hunger
Feed it with all the imagined embraces
Just for her
More a rock I should
Than this wet dripping weak kneed flannel be
More colourful and joyous
In my need
In deliverance believes
Faith it should be
For the ever bonded
To such a fate
Allows my love to consume me
Her heart so tender
Must needs better of me
Than this whimpering sop
Who’s begging and pleading
Has no real foundation in my bones
More eloquent is she
More rapturous
Than the blazing anthologies of Isis
The hymn and rhythm of her
Calls to me
Shout of exultant
Piercing forever’s follicle
Permeable
She saturates
More a kin to glory I should be
More humbled
And less bent to paupers knee
To lift her ankle
And kiss her feet
Rather I should not
Die so
But
Live
Persistent Truth
Auburn I miss
A starvation of flames
Burns inside my eyes
Conflagration of ever present kiss
Soaks the emptiness
Saturates my veins inferno desire
Pounding pestle to mysteries mortar
In my blood
Auburn I miss
The contours of your skin
Traced upon the desperateness within
Sensual vibrato of your calling
Leaves me in an orchestral voice
Of longing
Auburn I miss
Though recognition is the grip
Which binds onto my heart
It beats every second of my life
Reminding me
I remember you
Your pull inside my soul
By the magnetism of you
My compass is always drawn
I know my place
I see
In the mirror of your face
My own
Auburn I miss
But to you is, whatever path will lead
No matter how lost
The compass of my soul
Always points the way home
A starvation of flames
Burns inside my veins
Combustion of an ever-present kiss
Soaks through the distances
Saturates my eyes with its inferno of desire
Pounding pestle to instincts mortar
In my blood
As fog saturates every living thing
Penetrating dampness coats trees and shrubs, flowers
Here in my aloneness my open heart bring
And I know upon me your grace will shower
"Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that you're my God
You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me"
Thank you for your beauty, thank you for loving
Thank you for your gracious forgiveness
I want to say that you're my Holy God
Here I am once more only You I adore
As the sun cast red upon the horizon
Each bird sings their unique lovely song
The sounds of man's inventions nosily run
Where just earth's creatures' souns belong
What was it like before man's creativeness
Brought the noise of engines running loud and long
Just to be able to commune with nature's liveliness
And hear each creature's morning lovely song
"And here I am to worship, here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that you're my God
You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me"
In quotation marks: Chris Tomlin
Hymn or Praise song
Here I Am Worship
This is a mixed writing
Some rhyme and some not
E~mbrace each new day as the sun rises
M~ajesty will come forth with sparkling color
B~reathe in the fresh, cool, crisp morning air
R~espond to nature's choir as it saturates
A~mazing morn, enjoy deep sky blue sky
C~onquer all doubt, thank God for this awesome day
E~legance surrounds, fog lifts, sun paints clouds sand
Sponsor: Poetry Destroyer
Contest: Morning Poems
Written: September 20, 2013
A
circle
on the pond-
then another
one-
one
after
the other-
merging into
a
ripple-
the surge
overflows the
dam-
a
flash flood
saturates
the yellowing
earth
and
subsides-
awakens
the comatose
seed